After all, <br />One country, brethren! We must rise or fall <br />With the Supreme Republic. We must be <br />The makers of her immortality,— <br />Her freedom, fame, <br />Her glory or her shame: <br />Liegemen to God and fathers of the free! <br /> <br />After all— <br />Hark! from the heights the clear, strong, clarion call <br />And the command imperious: “Stand forth, <br />Sons of the South and brothers of the North! <br />Stand forth and be <br />As one on soil and sea— <br />Your country’s honor more than empire’s worth!” <br /> <br />After all, <br />’T is Freedom wears the loveliest coronal; <br />Her brow is to the morning; in the sod <br />She breathes the breath of patriots; every clod <br />Answers her call <br />And rises like a wall <br />Against the foes of liberty and God!<br /><br />Frank Lebby Stanton<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/one-country-3/
